LERISTORY
Episode Thirteen -- "State of the Union"
Deb of the jungle"Damn. how can i leave the dome?" Veronica James says, to herself. "I dont have all of the information. hmm. i dont have a choice either." "and why have i suddenly taken to talking to myself." Strange- in the Dome she had always had a choice. hell, everyone had a choice- it was the privelege of domers. The first lesson taught in Dome schools is on the importance of making the most convienient choices. Which is why she never learned to do her own footwork- it simply wasnt convienient. She remembered a comment her teacher had marked on one of her papers, 'you tried hard, but you didnt understand the material."
"well. whatever is compelling me to leave the Dome is not very sympathetic to Culture Shock (tm)"
It was then that Veronica James noticed the figure-ground reversal.
"oh. what the hell."
she convieniently slips out of her PlastiSteel EnviroSuit and struggles to find something more suitable for her task. improbable. ah, she can use her Afine Transformer (tm) one last time. here's something- an artifact, actually, from before the earth's face was reconstructed. tsk tsk, she thinks, turning the patchwork dress about in her hand. lots of loose threads. so it goes. perhaps she can find something tighter, newer, once she gets out. First step would be to breach The Fortress. Someone there might have information on how to get out. After all, they built this city.
"And she doesnt think to ask, 'Yowsa, what kinda way is this to live, 'she actually looks forward to the moment when they'll jam those bare wires under her skin, so that she can maybe, fucking once at least, squeeze out a tiny, pathetic, little 'help,' just to see what would happen. And she doesnt think to ask, 'Yowsa, what kinda way is this to live, 'she actually looks forward to the moment when they'll jam those bare wires under her skin, so that she can maybe, fucking once at least, squeeze out a tiny, pathetic, little 'help,' just to see what would happen. And she doesnt think to ask, 'Yowsa, what kinda way"Lorelei sighed as she shut off the TapelOOp . Earlier, she and a friend had been discussing the unique meta-meaning of TapelOOps. If one listens in a certain way, nonlistening, the contents can become sortof one-dimentional, non-containing. It usually happens before she becomes familiar with a particular loop, she told him. the unfamiliar loop appears to be a bunch of words, a whole, a chunk between a random beginning and a projected random ending. This particular loop was not so, anymore. She listened it every once inawhile, to remember..
She climbed up to the loft and lay down next to Him(tm). "Have you been listening the old loop?" he asked.
"mmm. can you tell?"
"always. before you listen it, you become somewhat distant to me."
"ah. thats only natural. i listen it to remember how important you are to me. Each and every time. Each and every time, there was this rescuer, see. hah. rescuer, of course, it only followed.
I was helpless to the idea of a savior, never occured to me that i could walk away. But then i woke up to the multidimensionality of the loop, it was right after the figure-ground reversal, actually, and there you were. there must be a connection between the two events!"
"yes, so you've said. Personally, i think you only love me for my money" he grinned
"shutup Juxlus, wonderful man, and turn out the lights."
"cant. We have lots of work to do. if we werent so busy..." Lorelei sighed
Veronica James, in her new attire, left her comfortable climate-controlled pad. The once familiar streets seemed different to her now. It wasnt the sun setting on the high-rising apartments, casting its sepiatic glow upon row after row of well planned housing. It wasnt the families contained inside of the rows and rows, all snug in thier own rooms, or even in the same rooms yet each jacked into thier Own Personal Computer (tm). She glanced up at the interior of The Dome. It was translucent.
"well i'll be a holy fucking bulletin" she almost said outloud. At the invisible horizon was a young boy in a chair, alternately staring longingly out at The Perimeter, and longingly in at The Dome. He was holding a ball close to his chest. "hi" she said, cautiously. "mmhm." She noticed that his chair was of the wheel variety..inscribed on the back were the words "This Seat Reserved For The Elderly Or Handicapped".
"Whatsa matter with you?" she asked.
"cant find anybody to play with" barely audible.
"maybe we can help each other. do you know how i can get to The Fortress?" "maybe. yeah. well, i spend alot of time exploring, cuz i got nobody to play with. maybe."
"my name's Vern. What's yours?"
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit." General Moore was almost in need of a break. But that was the last variable he wanted to consider. He wondered why he had not recieved any word from Either the Inter.Lopers Or the Yndr'thians. Shit. There must be a communication breakdown, he thought. "Bring me the Plans," he bellowed out "Or i'll have you hanging in the Gallows." Suddenly, Veronica James busts into his StateRoom. "you must come with me, General. I gnow you know the way."
"We're not going anywhere, bitch"
"COME ON, fuckface. we dont have forever."
"try this news on: i dont like you or your stupid show. so fuck you." "no. fuck you."
"no no, fuck YOU."
"fuck. you."
"FUCK you."
"fuck. we're not getting anywhere this way." she complained
"Thats what i said. We're not going anywhere. I have SIMULATIONS to complete.
"Thats what i'm trying to tell y"
"WHO ARE YOU?" he noticed
"WHO THE HELL LET A CHILD INTO THE STATEROOM?!" he noticed. "When i find out who's responsi"
"Daddy!" cried Aleph, letting his ball drop to the floor
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